i was writing for the masses,
but reaching nothing more,
that a folder,
holding,
...
As earth hardens as winter arrives
A grey spillage stains the skies.
As hearts harden when love dies
...
I had always wished for your return
to be like that of Odyssueus's.
A little world weary,
Battle scared and vague.
...
She hovers like a lonely lost cloud
I have no rope long enough to reach her
She begs for rescue but the wind is to loud
She fades into the distance like a falling feather.
...
Rusty railings lend their shadows
to the narrow strech of a beer littered
alleyway.
Drooping bare branches
...
the cracks in your desert weathered face,
home to a thousand thoughts and memories,
from a time and a place,
long lost to the generals of time.
...
The moonlit lethargic lake,
unrushed, moves within itself,
occasional ripples grow,
then finally they break.
...
where do all the nice girls go,
maybe they melt away with the snow.
Did they sail of to a better land,
if so why didn't they take me by the hand.
...
the fireworks have flown,
the wishes have been welcomed,
the booze has reached the brain,
yet everything still seems the same,
...
i struggle when having
to give strangers a cuddle,
i get myself in such a muddle,
what if they go to kiss my cheek,
...